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2002-01-16
James Joyce
B. 2.2.1882 Dublin / D. 1.13.1941 Zurich
Post-Surgical Complications
With me it’s never been that I like women more than men—but that I like them differently.
I am the Mommy of my fate.
Though I steer a more or less consistent middle course for Neither, Really, pillowed ports are often on my mind.
Spyglass in hand: A tit!
But no landing! I’m too busy saying things like:
I have read Ulysses four times through. On a fifth attempt—my second overall—I skipped the parts I didn’t expect to be tested on but since then I have read it three more times.